After that, I rushed
right home and looked closely in the mirror, they were right. Oh,
how come I didn't notice this before? How come I didn't pay
attention? I asked myself as I went through my closet that night. I
wish there was something I can do.

What people say, I
usually care

The next year
approached fast and I got ready the best that I could. I had
completely turned black. My goal this year was to be able to get
attention.

What people say, I
usually care

As I walked through the
halls of my new school, people stared. I guess I look new and
different to them. What confused me major was why this year;
everyone was dressed preppy, when I was told this was the year of the
black.

What people say, I
usually care

At lunch, I sat by
myself over by the fence and then comes a very Goth like kid. "You,
ninth grader?" she asked roughly. I nod. "Okay, we could always
use a new one. Come with me," the Goth led me over to were her
friends are sitting. "Hey girls. I have a new one. Sit, girl,"
the Goth pointed to a seat be her. "Lets all introduce ourselves
first,"

What people say, I
usually care

The year went by fast.
Sneaking out and all happened, things started to change. Soon bad
things started to happen and I was around when they did. My old
friends begged me to stop but soon it was too hard.

What people say, I
usually care

My grades started
slipping and I was being sent to the principal's office. He kept
asking what went wrong but I couldn't tell him. Even if I tried I
couldn't.

What people say, I
usually care

One party went to wild
and I was hit in the head with a glass bottle. Everything shattered
and I felt my skull crack. I wasn't sure because I was knocked
out. The sound of police sirens and running feet woke me. "Should
we leave her there?" someone was talking about me. "Ya, lets get
going."

What people say, I
usually care

The running feet hit me
in the head and I was knocked out again. Soon I was to be awaken by
a beeping machine. The room was white, but the last room I remember
was like a living room. "Is she all right?" asked a worried
voice, the same voice from the house. "Yes, she will live expect
she may have brain damage from the crash. Not too much though," an
official sounding voice answered though it had another emotion to it,
worry.

What people say, I
usually care

From my experience with
black, I think I am going to care.

My life was almost torn
apart by caring what other people say.

Never again, I promised
myself, never again.

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